The King of Flags at Hogwarts

“When we first arrived at the foot of Mount Olympus, we saw many such braziers, which must have connected to temples in various places. So there must have been similar teleportation devices in other parts of Greece.”

Bobby sighed. "So we're going to have to search through each temple one by one?"

Do you have a better idea?

Bobby shrugged. What did she care? All expenses paid, she figured it was like a free trip.

However, she still asked, "Why don't we go to Mount Olympus? After all, going up the mountain to search is simpler than looking for some kind of teleportation portal, right?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "Mount Olympus is not the same as Mount Olympus."

He knew that Bobby didn't like history very much; he had learned about British magical history but had forgotten most of it, let alone world magical history.

Dumbledore explained, “To Muggles, Mount Olympus is just a mountain, but to the gods it is a man-made space, a legendary place, a sacred mountain.”

Bobby asked, "The same kind of space created by the Unseen Stretch Charm?"

Dumbledore nodded and replied, “Similar. But larger, more stable, and more magical.”

"Okay, I understand, teacher. So where should we go now?"

Dumbledore pointed northwest. “Over there,” he said, “less than a kilometer away, there was a temple nestled among the dense trees. “The Temple of Hephaestus, said to be the best-preserved temple. Let’s go take a look.”

Harry asked, still shaken, "Do we still need to Apparate there?"

He really couldn't stand that disgusting feeling.

Bobby looked at him like he was an idiot: "Why would you use Apparition for such a short distance? Are you lame, or too weak to walk? I have some miracle cures here, how about a can?"

Harry shrank back. Ever since he told his cousin that "you look exactly like my mother," her attitude towards him had changed drastically. As expected of Snape's goddaughter, she had a knack for insulting people.

However, Harry knew that although his cousin Bobby's attitude wasn't very good, she was actually very kind to him. Just like now, even though the leaves were still, Harry could feel a cool breeze, the source of which was his cousin's "sword finger" gesture, which had a distinctly Eastern martial arts style.

She probably forgot that she wasn't wearing her wizard robes today; her two smooth arms were exposed, and her hand movements were completely visible.

Before the Temple of Hephaestus, Dumbledore shook his head. He had only come to take a look and didn't really have high hopes.

The inner sanctuary of the Temple of Hephaestus was converted into a church by Byzantine architects long ago, and the braziers inscribed with runes disappeared over a thousand years ago.

But at that moment, Bobby exclaimed excitedly, "Teacher, there's magic flowing over there! It's the magic flowing from a large magic circle!"

Follow Bobby to an open space, which is no longer on the path, but a lawn surrounded by several holly trees.

Dumbledore stepped forward, took out the Elder Wand, and tapped it lightly. A circle of golden runes appeared on the grass, clearly more complete than those in the Parthenon.

The old man carefully examined the runes: "That's right, this is a perfectly intact teleportation array."

He stepped into the rune circle first and said to Bobby, "Bobby, if I get teleported away, you and Harry will do the same thing and follow me."

Seeing Bobby nod, Dumbledore chuckled, "This method looks pretty scary. Geller and I... my friends and I researched it for a long time. If I get hurt, Bobby, remember to apply medicine to me."

The old wizard straightened up, lightly waved his wand at his feet, and shouted, "Blazing Flames!"

Goodness, thank goodness the iron pot is gone. If it were like the Parthenon above, wouldn't we be cooking ourselves in a giant pot?

This teleportation portal is much more comfortable than Phantom Teleportation and Portkey, and the teleportation experience is similar to Floo Powder, but you don't have to endure the torment of soot in the fireplace.

However, casting a Flame Spell at one's own feet does indeed test one's courage.

Mount Olympus.

When Bobby arrived, he saw Dumbledore standing on the edge of the cliff, gazing into the distance.

Just as the teacher said, there were many large pots around—no, iron basins.

She stepped out of the iron basin beneath her feet, and in a flash of firelight, Harry followed her there. He nearly tumbled out of the basin, though he was a little unsteady on his feet.

Dumbledore turned around and smiled, "You've all come over? The wisdom of the ancients is astonishing. They accomplished things that we haven't been able to do even thousands of years later."

Dumbledore spread his arms wide, and the mountains and magnificent buildings behind him were so awe-inspiring.

Welcome to Mount Olympus, children!

However, his pants were obviously too short, revealing a small section of his hairy calves.

Chapter 44 The End of the Greek Gods

Dumbledore spoke with great conviction, but he was actually quite disheveled while climbing the mountain.

Those spiraling steps seemed to have no end.

The two men, one old and one young, were gradually pushed apart by the girl, even though she wasn't using her full strength at all.

Dumbledore shook his head and sighed, "I'm getting old. When we were young, it only took us an hour to get to that door."

Harry Potter shook his head and sighed, thinking to himself: Anyway, without brooms, I'm just a piece of trash whose strength can't even compare to that of a 110-year-old man.

When the two finally climbed to the "door" that Dumbledore had mentioned, Bobby had already set up the stove and had been simmering the soup for a while.

"What kind of meat is this? It smells so good!" Harry leaned closer. Food and sex are human nature, especially for young people.

"Meat of the Peruvian Viperosaurus."

Harry was utterly shocked, while Dumbledore wore an expression that said, "I knew it."

Harry stammered, "But... but... isn't the Peruvian venomous dragon poisonous?" He vividly remembered that he had only played with Norbert and Norbert for a short while before he turned green.

Bobby pointed to himself and asked, "Who am I?"

Harry blurted out, "Bobby Evans."

Bobby scoffed, "I'm one of the best potions masters of our time. How could mere toxins possibly stump me?"

Harry was speechless, while Dumbledore, having just caught his breath, patted his chest and said, "Haha, we're in for a treat today. Bobby, how long has it been since you cooked for this old man?"

Bobby raised her head, her long, slender, fair index finger resting on her chin. "Hmm~ not long, just over a year!"

The meat was good, the soup was good, and after a satisfying meal, the three of them arrived in front of the "door".

The steps leading up from the foot of the mountain end here.

This is a platform of more than 10,000 square meters. The road connecting this platform turns into a "sky road" a kilometer ago, with bottomless abysses on both sides, just like a path to heaven.

At the end of the platform stood a towering gate, its two doors reaching a height of twenty meters and constructed entirely of metal. To continue upwards, one would likely need to open this gate first.

Bobby pushed the door hard, her feet sinking deep into it and leaving two footprints on the thick bluestone slab.

The sandals shattered under the immense force, and the entire door emitted a buzzing roar.

But there was no sign that the door had been opened.

Bobby straightened up and shook her head. Behind her small footprints were larger footprints, deeper than hers.

An image of a strong, powerful man struggling to push open the door appeared before her eyes.

"Could it be Kratos?" Poppy muttered to herself.

Dumbledore asked curiously, "Who is Kratos?"

Poppy was speechless. Was she supposed to tell the old man that Kratos was the protagonist of a game called *God of War* released a few years later? That he was a ruthless man who killed his own family for the greater good? Oh, and he was also the son of Zeus. (This is just a joke; those unfamiliar with the *God of War* series don't need to delve into it, as it doesn't affect the main storyline.)

Bobby laughed and said, "I was just talking nonsense."

She looked up at the top of the gate, estimated the height, jumped twice on the spot, and then suddenly leaped up, sending stone chips flying as she shot upwards.

Can't she fly? Why doesn't she fly?

Mount Olympus is a forbidden place for flying and teleportation. It's the kind of place that even legendary figures like Dumbledore and Grindelwald couldn't fly over. Even Poppy's Apparition ability is completely useless here.

In short, Bobby leaped high and was about to clear the door when the door suddenly hummed again. Bobby seemed to be blocked by some invisible wall and could not leap over it. She was still blocked outside the door and had no choice but to slide down the smooth surface of the door.

Although it didn't succeed, this scene was enough to make Harry Potter question his existence.

You can understand that your cousin possesses exceptional magical abilities. After all, she was born with powerful magic, has amazing learning talent, and grew up at Hogwarts, receiving direct instruction from the headmaster and several housemasters.

But what's going on now? Pushing the heavy-looking door until it hums, leaving footprints on the hard bluestone slab, and jumping more than twenty meters high.

So, little cousin, the Monkey King in your Journey to the West story is actually yourself!

Dumbledore shook his head: "It seems this door won't be so easy to get through."

Bobby asked, "Teacher, didn't you open this door back then?"

“No.” Dumbledore showed no embarrassment whatsoever. He said, “I was originally thinking that if your bloodline is truly related to the Apple of Gold, then perhaps you could break the restrictions imposed by the Greek gods. But if you can’t get in, then we’ll have to consider other possibilities.”

After listening to his teacher's words, Bobby abandoned his idea of ​​forcibly breaking down the door and began to examine it carefully.

There was indeed a faint flow of magic on the door, the path of which was extremely complex and chaotic. Poppy, being rather inexperienced, couldn't quite understand it, so she took out her wand and began to trace the magical lines on the platform.

A pale blue flame shot out from the tip of her wand, clearly the kind that was extremely hot. The flame was a little over an inch long and, like a sharp blade, left streaks on the bluestone pavement.

Twenty minutes later, she put away her wand and looked at her teacher.

"This is the flow of magic through this door. Can you tell anything about it, teacher?"

Even without Bobby saying anything, Dumbledore was already studying it carefully.

"This is a magic diversion, this is a node, this is an amplification loop, this is..."

A moment later, Dumbledore arrived at a location on the magic map.

"Bobby, where is this spot on the door?"

Bobby glanced at where Dumbledore was standing, then walked straight to a relief sculpture near the ground by the gate.

The relief depicts a giant holding up the sky with his body.

Dumbledore introduced, “This is Atlas, the Titan in Greek mythology who was punished by Zeus to lift up the sky.” He instructed Bobby, “Try to infuse your magic into the Atlas relief.”

Poppy did as she was told, and immediately a huge suction force began to draw magic from her body, leaving her with only half of it in a short while.

Fortunately, the gate stopped drawing magic, and with a series of booming sounds, the gate opened from both sides.

The three could not hide their excitement. The magical civilization from thousands of years ago, the mysterious magic that mortals called miracles, was about to be displayed before them!

Dumbledore shielded the two children behind him and stepped through the door first.

The air was filled with the scent of magic, and Dumbledore took a deep breath, which made him feel very refreshed.

As he grew older, his total magical power began to decline, but after crossing that threshold, Dumbledore actually felt his magical power increase!

He wasn't overly happy; instead, he looked past Harry and at Bobby, who was the last to enter.

Poppy's biggest problem right now is that her magic power is increasing too fast. If it goes berserk here, he probably won't be able to handle it alone!